It’s the beauty of the moment that comes alive without artifice, the beauty of the mountain that is built without industry

or We Tell Ourselves Stories to Fuck with the Regime, Pt. One

Although I know what it’s like to be born in Washington, DC, I end up thinking about birds.

watching her lean forward, tilted like a bell about to ring, to shake hands with the man who always panhandled there

Holiday mix for 2025

I. [Balloon] I’m too long-winded to attempt a haiku that explains my feelings. My song is called 99 ass balloons and is sung by Udo Kier. Haikus should have clear imagery, otherwise they stray too …

she would have loved the blue and yellow tones of this early evening Pennsylvania sky as busy as a symphony over the landscape of this small town so far from Asia

But it was also another summer of war, the way just about every summer is a summer of war.